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Too old for the Chorus


I was going to play Cleopatra
in a musical called “Nile High Club”
I was cast by a young director
Who’d discovered me in the pub.
He had dark brooding eyes
and was lean and very het’ro
And he offered to show me the script
in his flat over the Tesco Metro

I was young
I was keen
For the stage
and the screen
But the part I received
Wasn’t what I’d believed
He was offering me
And you see

I would have been star of the screen
If I hadn’t been so desperately keen
I had singing you’d sigh for
And high kicks to die for
But the talent doesn’t do it
Alone


Every writer of the day
would have written me a play
If i hadn’t got in that car
To play crummy Cleopatra
As a young naive hoofer
Who had dreams of a Sony
I believed in Cleopatra
But I just got Tony!

And of course he did say
he would phone ...

And the upshot of the tale
is you cannot trust a male
so you’re left with Summer Season
till you nearly lose your reason
then the day comes when you know
Cleopatra isn’t going to show ...





Chorus
We’re too old now for the chorus
(Never mind the line):
Our high kicks are hobbles,
Our high Cs are wobbles;
And the trouble with the figure
Is it’s always getting bigger;
And we can’t recall the lyric
And to hold a tune’s a mirac-
le now (poor cow).
We’re in decline
(Poor us).
We’re even too old for the chorus.

And the upshot of the tale
is you cannot trust a male
so you’re left with Summer Season
till you nearly lose your reason
then the day comes finally
Bringing cellulite and HRT ...

Chorus
We’re too old now for the chorus
(Never mind the line):
Our high kicks are hobbles,
Our high Cs are wobbles;
And the trouble with the figure
Is it’s always getting bigger;
And we can’t recall the lyric
And to hold a tune’s a mirac-
le now (poor cow).
We’re  in decline
(Poor us).
We’re even too old,
Out in the cold,
We’re even  too old for the chorus.Too old for the Chorus

The Dreamer

O dreamer, can you see the world outside is real?
O dreamer, will you learn the things you think they feel?
O dreamer, shall you talk the way you hear them talk?
To stand the way they stand, or walk the way they walk?
O dreamer, do you think the way they really think?
O dreamer, do you hope to be like them inside?
To dream their dreams aloud? and dream no more, or hide?


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